True as I live, neither added or diminished a tittle,—and wrote by the hand of Flecher's Desdemona.—Does not a man richly deserve thirty thousand pounds with a wife like this?—Not for twice that sum would I see such nonsense come from her I was to spend my life with.
Pity Nature and Fortune has such frequent bickerings! When one smiles the other frowns.—I wish the gipsies would make up matters, and send us down their favours wrapp'd up together.
Considering the friendship you have honour'd Edmund with, I have no idea he can presume to think of Miss Warley, seeing what he must see.
I shall expect to find a letter on my arrival in St. James's Street.—Omit not those respects which are due at Barford Abbey.
Yours,
MOLESWORTH.
LETTER XII.
Lord DARCEY to the Honourable GEORGE MOLESWORTH.